Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

In the clearing behind them, the Pig King, who had been targeting Han Yan, suddenly changed his actions.

It was still chasing Han Yan, its blood-red eyes fixed on the slowly retreating woman.

Then he flared his nostrils and took a long sniff of the air.

That was it.

Its massive body and head turned around, facing the direction Yi Yang had left.

The flames from the four fiery hooves danced between the tree branches, carrying the scent of children.

Smelling the scent of his own child, the Pig King finally gave up on fleeing Han Yan and set his sights on Yi Yang.

Meanwhile, Yi Yang, who was still quite a distance from the Pig King, was tearing off his coat, which was covered in sticky blood, and frantically rubbing it on the muddy ground. He then picked up a handful of leaves and stuffed them into his collar in an attempt to eliminate the smell.

But it didn't work.

The scent of the glands had seeped into the soft scales of the armor; even after taking off the outer garment, the smell was still there.

The soft armor is for saving my life, and it's worth eight thousand taels of silver, so I can't possibly throw it away.

It seems the only option is to run and see if we can escape the Pig King's pursuit.

The sound of the pig king's hooves shook the ground behind him, and with each step, the trees swayed, and the thin frost on the bark crackled and fell off.

Yi Yang ripped off his outer garment and threw it to the side. He then pushed off with his feet, leaping across the river to reach the top, his figure leaving a blur in the dense forest.

As expected, the Pig King was not fooled and did not chase after the clothes.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction Yi Yang had fled.

After changing directions three times in a row, Yi Yang clearly felt that the threat behind him had not been eliminated.

The scent of the glands was like a piece of chewing gum, sticking to him so that no matter where he ran, the Pig King could lock onto his direction and chase after him within ten breaths.

The trees blocking the way in the forest were all smashed through by the Pig King.

Suddenly, Yi Yang, who was running away, saw a familiar giant rock.

That was the hiding place of Manager Huang, the previous assassination target.

He returned to the same spot, but the other red boar was nowhere to be seen, and Han Yan had long since disappeared.

Yi Yang had no time to think about Han Yan. He looked at the cave under the boulder, the very place where Steward Huang had hidden before.

The roar of the Pig King came from behind, and the other side was still constantly being blown off by the heat wave.

"It seems there's no way out. There's only one path left for us. Maybe the cave can restrict the Pig King's movements."

With this thought in mind, Yi Yang plunged into the cave.

The cave entrance was quite large for Yi Yang. He was retreating deeper into the cave, keeping his feet moving while taking in the surrounding environment.

The sunlight outside the cave cannot penetrate, but the cave is not dark inside.

Because there was a lot of phosphorescent light coming through the rock walls and veins, it was a deep blue color, making the whole cave much brighter than at night.

Yi Yang also found that the ground was covered with charred stone surfaces and scattered animal bones, and in the corner there were several piles of furs of unknown origin, with a strong stench.

"This is the pig king's lair."

Upon considering this possibility, Yi Yang's heart sank.

His original plan was that the narrow entrance to the cave would slow down the pig king's massive body as it squeezed in, and the confined space inside would compress its turning. He figured that using his agility to fight a guerrilla war was better than confronting it head-on in an open area.

But he overlooked one thing: the piglet that had died earlier was dragged out of the hole by Steward Huang.

He initially thought that Steward Huang had caught the piglet and brought it to the cave, but now it seems he miscalculated; the piglet was caught by Steward Huang inside the cave.

Who would have thought that the narrow cave at the entrance would be used as a cave by the Pig King, and that the further you go in, the larger the space becomes.

The cave is wide enough to stop dozens of carriages, and the top is not visible even when you look up. The stone walls are rough and there are no protrusions to use for leverage.

This is the Pig King's home turf, damn it.

Behind me came heavy breathing and a wave of heat. The heat, combined with the phosphorescent rocks in the cave, added to the imposing atmosphere. The phosphorescence trembled in the heat wave, like a lamp wick about to go out at any moment.

As Yi Yang turned to face the Pig King, he retreated, while the Pig King pressed forward step by step, maintaining a distance of nearly seven zhang between them.

Yi Yang gripped the Tiger's Roar sword tightly, twirling the 72-pound blade in his hand. Seeing there was no way out, he whispered:

"If you want to fight, then fight."

That's what he said, but in the time that followed, Yi Yang was like a fish swimming in a cave, wearing down the Pig King's strength.

A pig king of such enormous size could not last long.

As the Pig King charged, Yi Yang used the water-skimming technique to flank the enemy, his blade brushing against the stone wall, his toes barely touching the ground as he changed direction, each time letting the Pig King's tusks glide past him.

It looked like it was just a hair's breadth away from hitting Yiyang, which made the red light in the Pig King's eyes even brighter.

But then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh time.

Each time, Yi Yang seemed to escape in the last-minute window of opportunity, then took the chance to slash the Pig King a few times.

This resulted in seven or eight bloodstains on the Tiger Roar Blade, but none of them were deep.

The Pig King's skin is not ordinary flesh; it is about an inch thick and harder than a top-grade sword that has not been quenched with special medicine.

When you hit a blade made of black fire iron, you can feel a slight vibration in the blade every time.

Moreover, the Pig King's stamina was being depleted much slower than he had expected.

With a foundation of three levels of internal energy, the capacity of its Qi Sea was many times that of his. Even after rushing through the cave ten times, this creature's breathing remained steady, and the crimson flames on its four hooves showed no signs of diminishing.

After the eighth misalignment, Yi Yang retreated to the edge of the cave wall, intending to think about a way to leave.

Then he noticed that the Pig King had stopped.

Its broad body lay across the cave entrance, its four hooves spread apart, completely filling the width of the retreat route. Even if he used all his agility, there was no gap to get around it.

Two pig ears stood up, and blood-red eyes stared at him, motionless, waiting for him to run forward on his own.

Standing by the stone wall, Yi Yang saw this scene and realized that he had been playing a trick on the Pig King until it realized what was happening.

"Is this pig that smart?"

Yi Yang circled the blocked cave twice. Each time he got closer to the Pig King, the other side would take two steps forward, adjusting the angle of the blockade to be even more perfect.

This made him realize that if he wanted to leave, he would have to fight tooth and nail.

"Okay."

Yi Yang stood still, gripped the Tiger Roar tightly, closed his five fingers, exhaled a breath of air from the cave carrying the pungent smell of burnt stones, and said after clearing his lungs of air.

He no longer considered retreating, no longer thought about that insidious Han Yan, no longer wanted to run away; a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes as he looked in the direction of the Pig King.

The murderous gaze was fixed on the vulnerable area on the side of the pig king's neck, which was faintly reddened under the phosphorescence.

"If we can't escape, then we'll just kill them."

The Pig King sensed the change in Yi Yang's aura, and a different glint appeared in his once calm eyes. He knew Yi Yang was about to fight to the death.

Then the crimson flames on its four hooves suddenly surged.

It took the initiative, its massive body surging forward with a wave of scorching heat.

Yi Yang didn't dodge; he was going to face the beast's charge head-on.

He tiptoed forward, leaped upward, and plunged into the blast wave of the Pig King's attack. His tusks swept past his side, and sparks flew from the air blast against the outer scales of his soft armor. At the same time, a blunt force came from his back.

The internal strength of the five internal organs withstood the shock.

At the same time, Yi Yang seized the opportunity and, driven by his dual internal energy, Tiger Roar slashed diagonally from the right side. The blade angle was tricky, cutting into the thin skin where the soft rib and scales met on the right side of the Pig King's neck, and twisting it inward.

Blood gushed out.

Trade wounds for wounds!

The first sharp pain made the Pig King roar. It violently shook its head, and the force of its neck flung Tiger Roar away, almost causing it to slip from Yi Yang's grasp.

Yi Yang tightened his grip, landed firmly, and blood flowed down from the wound on the pig king's neck, staining the ground a dark red.

The situation remained unchanged, but the pig king's breathing became heavier.

The ensuing exchanges involved no skill whatsoever; it was simply a contest of physical strength and power.

The Pig King retaliated with a hoof strike, but Yi Yang directly took the hit with his soft armor, used his internal energy to neutralize the shock, used the Water Crossing technique to change his position, and then found an opening to unleash Tiger Roar on the Pig King.

Yi Yang was struck in the waist by the pig king's hind hoof, and his whole body crashed into the stone wall with a dull thud. Shards of stone covered his head and face, leaving three bloody marks on his cheekbone.

Yi Yang left two palm prints on the stone wall, used the momentum to push off, and roared as he flew over the Pig King's head:

"You beast, die!"

The powerful sound waves of the Thunderous Mantra poured directly into the Pig King's brain.

Seeing that he had controlled the giant beast beneath him for three seconds, Yi Yang plummeted from mid-air.

With a backhand thrust, Tiger Roar was plunged into the gap in the mane on the Pig King's back, the 72-pound heavy blade pressed in three inches under the full force of his internal energy.

Suddenly, the sound of bones shattering came from the pig king's spine. It was not just the sound of flesh breaking, but also the sound of bones and internal organs deep inside the body being shattered and stirred by Yi Yang's internal energy.

The excruciating pain caused the Pig King's roar to suddenly rise a notch, and the crimson flames on its four hooves surged to their maximum before it died. The entire behemoth crashed to the ground, taking Yi Yang with it, causing the entire cave to tremble.

More than a dozen cracks appeared in the stone slabs on the ground.

Yi Yang was pinned to the side of the Pig King, his chest squeezed by the immense weight, making it hard to breathe, but he didn't loosen his grip.

He channeled all the remaining internal energy into his right arm, unleashing the ninth move of the Nine Peaks Saber – Absolute Peak.

The knife didn't cut outwards; it pressed downwards.

Using his entire body weight and internal energy as one, he continued to push inward along the existing wound. The 72-pound heavy knife, relying on pure force, slowly moved deeper into the pig king's spine until the knife energy touched a soft, vital spot.

That's the heart of a strange beast.

This brought the pig king's roar to an abrupt halt.

The crimson flames on its four hooves gradually died down, and the last flicker of light danced on the ground for a couple of seconds before going out.

The cave was silent.

Only phosphorescence remained, silently flowing on the stone wall, turning the pool of blood on the ground into a bluish-purple hue.

Yi Yang rolled down from the side of the Pig King, landing on his back first. Staring at the dark cave ceiling, he waited until his breathing became steady before propping himself up to sit up.

He broke three ribs. Even with the protection of soft armor, he was still injured like this. This is the powerful strength of someone at the third level of internal energy.

The bloodstains on Yi Yang's cheeks stung a little when the wind blew. He rubbed them with his sleeve, but instead of cleaning them, he left a few more streaks on his face.

Tiger Roar was still stuck in Pig King's back and hadn't been pulled out yet. He walked over, grabbed the hilt with both hands, and pulled it out.

Exhausted, he struggled to pull it out.

After drawing the knife, Yi Yang tapped the back of the blade against the stone wall to shake off the attached blood and bone fragments, then rubbed it a couple of times on the pig king's fur before sheathing it.

Seeing that there was no danger, Yi Yang sat down cross-legged on the spot and began to circulate his internal energy.

About fifteen minutes later, the shock to his internal organs subsided considerably, and the slightly cracked ribs were covered with a thin layer of blood and qi, preventing them from breaking further during the next exertion.

Seeing that his condition had improved, Yi Yang let out a long breath, stood up, and looked around.

I was so focused on fighting that I didn't have time to take a closer look at the cave.

Suddenly, Yi Yang smelled an indescribable odor.

It smells like medicine.

This aroused Yi Yang's curiosity, and he took two steps deeper into the cave, gripping the Tiger's Roar.

The closer you get, the more noticeable the heat becomes, and the stronger the medicinal fragrance of the leaves becomes.

He continued walking.